Also, this was made from the perspective of Poly!Batmom.
-Batmom being super excited to watch a movie about a Polynesian princess!
-Chiefs daughter really, but she’ll take what she can get.
-Batmom shows up in a lava lava and shark tooth necklace, even has her shell necklace too.
-All the kids just getting an endless amount of snacks.
-Like the fucking bill came up to almost 500$, if not more.
-Taking FOREVER for them to find their seats, because there’s like 15 of you.
-Let’s see, it’s Bruce and batmom in the middle, Damian right next to Batmom, then Dick, then Jason, and then Alfred’s on the other side of Bruce with Tim next to him, followed by Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie.
-Of course because it’s BRUCE WAYNE, he rented out the WHOLE theater.
-Also, Titus came because who’s going to say no?
-Everybody’s talking about how cool the previews are.
-“What the fuck, did Disney forget that Cars is a kids movie?”
-”Watch your god damn language, Jason.”
-Batmom is almost already crying during the short.
-Batmom being absolutely ecstatic when Moana first appears.
-Everybody is paying the upmost attention to Grandma Tui telling Moana and the kids the story of Maui.
-Batmom almost crying when Pua almost drowns.
-Everybody just loving Maui singing “You’re Welcome”.
-Jason just smirking when Maui keeps throwing Moana off the boat.
-Bruce really loving Chief Tui.
-Alfred personally loves grandma Tui (and you can bet you sweet ass he cried when she died.
-Everybody cried when she died. Everybody. Even Titus whimpered.
-”These coconuts are really kinda cute.” Damian muttered into Batmom.
-”I agree.” she mutters back.
-”This crab is literally me.” Cassandra pipes up.
-“His name is Tamatoa, Cassandra, and he’s a Polynesian GOD!” Tim comments.
-”I don’t give a shit, he’s literally me.”
-A chorus of snickers. Mostly Jason.
-When the fuck did Batcow get here?
-A chorus’s of “SHHHHHH”
-Damian cuddling up to Batmom.
-Batmom cuddling up to Bruce.
-Dick audibly gasping when Maui breaks his fish hook.
-Tim (and everybody else agreed the second he said it) wanted to punch Maui in the face for screaming at Moana.
-Cassandra, Barbara, and Stephanie all kind of cuddling up next to each other.
-Like these batgirls are in a little bat huddle, it’s so fucking cute.
-”Mom, is this really what is’ like?” Tim asks.
-”Yes, Tim. 110%.”
-”That’s really cool.” Stephanie says.
-Batmom couldn’t help but smile.
-Everybody’s heart drops when Moana is dodging all the fire balls.
-”YEAH MAUI, YOU BETTER HAVE FUCKING CAME BACK.” Jason screams.
-”I’M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN.” Jason also screams.
-”What a goddamn twist.” You whispered under your breath.
-The Batfamily has cried at least 3 different times this entire movie.
-Batmom coming out of the theater so proud and all smiley.
Romanced companions and overhearing someone whispering about Sole and how they're taking care of that "fake child"
cait: She rolled her eyes and got up, doing the whole cracking neck and knuckled routine. She didn’t give a shit who it was, anyone who talks shit about who she cares about, gets hit. Simple. She reared her arm back and knocked the fucker out.
Codsworth: He knew that they were just gossiping but it was anything but harmless. He wanted to avoid confrontation, it wasn’t worth it. Instead he rushed off to go find Sole on the other side of Diamond city market. He stayed silent about what he heard, he knew that it would just cause Sole trouble.
Paladin Danse: He and shaun were browsing a passing trader’s wares. While shaun was admiring an empty nuka cola bottle, he noticed the caravan’s two body guards staring and whispering about Shaun. He listened a bit closer and heard Sole’s name and Synth child abomination. He had heard enough. He approached the two who recognized him and jeered. “Aw, whatcha gunna do Sir Paladin?” Danse pulled out a pistol, holding it firmly in his hand. “I suggest you two cease your gossip about a high ranking officer of the brotherhood.” The guards stayed silent and urged the trader to move on. One of them tried to recover his dignity by spitting at Danse. It only earned him a bullet in the arm.
John Hancock: He was in Goodneighbor, his town. A town that he helped build up to accept anybody and everybody. To hear that a citizen was trying to defy his number one legacy, he lost it. He strolled over, hands in pockets, an aloof air about him. “Ya know, I uh. heard you talkin there. Now, y’all know that isn’t acceptable right?” He took a step closer to the Gossip, pulling his hand out of his coat pocket, taking his favorite knife with it. It glinted in the light, reflecting the horrified expression of the stranger. Hancock lowered his voice, staring him right in the eyes. “Run.” They took off screaming.
Robert MacCready: He sat at the bar per usual. He heard a lot of absurd rumors in that bar. Most of them true, this one was not. He glared at the other patron and grumbled. He would never let anyone talk about duncan that way, he’d bash their skulls in. However, he knew Sole believed he was better than that. He slammed down his drink, and left his pay, meandering out of the bar and back home to spend time with Shaun and Sole.
Curie: She was horrified. How could someone speak that way about another person? She felt a feeling rise up through her chest. Could it be described as…anger? The scruffy looking stranger caught her looking, it was obvious she was eavesdropping. The two rose slowly with a glare. “You…you are…horrible, terrible, ignorant people!!!” The outburst startled the others and even herself. She squeaked and ran away to find Sole.
Piper: Is absolutely furious. She took as many notes as she could, taking down everything they were saying. She laughed herself all the way home with her special “evidence”. She stayed up all night writing. The very next morning, a newspaper was released with evidence of why Sole was the best Mother/Father to young Shaun, using the gossiper’s negative view as a “bad guy” tone in the writing. It was her most popular story yet.
Nick Valentine: He was used to people talking about him, but a kid? Shaun? That wasn’t fair, the kid shouldn’t have been exposed to it. He shook his head and headed back to the office, staying up all night to see if he could dig up anything incriminating about the stranger.
Deacon: He knew what could stop that talk right then and there. He shuffled closer to them and whispered, “Ya know, I hear the vault dweller is crazy, any body who fucks with em, turns up dead ya know?” They shut up right away and Deacon walked off with a smug grin.
Preston Garvey: Doing his rounds, he stopped at a house and approached the door. Before knocking, He heard frantic mumbling echoing from inside. “That kid is a freak! He shouldn’t be here! I don’t feel safe with a ticking time bomb walking around Sanctuary, he needs to leave.” Preston was taken aback, they knew nothing about Shaun. Even though he was a synth, he was a kid, full of life and curiosity and wonder. He shook his head and sighed, he’ll figure out how to make them see what he did.
x6-88: Adds them to synth replacement hit list.
Sole Survivor: They didn’t know what to do, they felt so many things rush through them at once. Anger, fear, sadness, regret. They were trembling as they approached the scum. “Have you ever had a child? Have you ever watched your spouse die? Right before your very damned eyes? How about watching your kid being ripped away from you? You don’t know a fucking thing. What I do is My fucking business! You don’t get to say anything. He’s just a boy. He’s MY boy. Say anything else, and you got me to answer to fucker.” before they realized it, they held a pistol to their head. they wanted to pull the trigger, they did. But what would it prove? Sole lowered their arm and shooed them out of there. Sole sank to their knees, tears spilling down their cheeks. A worried Dogmeat whined and nudged their hand with his muzzle. Sole just let themselves sit there for awhile, staring at the pistol.
I used to work as a cashier/customer service person at Target. One day when I was working the customer service desk this guy came in to return a DVD of Pan’s Labyrinth. No big deal, but we were supposed to ask the reason for the return (was the disc defective, etc.).
Me: So, was there something wrong with the DVD, sir?
Customer: Yeah, it’s not in English and it doesn’t say that anywhere on the box.
Me: *turns the DVD case around and points at the description* No, sir, see it says right there “in Spanish with English subtitles”. We’re really not supposed to do returns on opened DVDs if there’s nothing actually wrong with the disc.
Customer: Well, I bought this movie for my five-year-old son and he can’t read yet so that doesn’t do him any good. And usually they’ll have an English version on the disc too so I thought this one would have that but it doesn’t. My kid can’t read yet so he can’t watch this and I want my money back!
He went on like that for a while, so I did the return for him to shut him up and had to mark a perfectly fine DVD for destruction, and the whole freaking time I’m thinking You bought Pan’s Labyrinth, an R-rated movie with some seriously fucking disturbing themes and imagery, for your five year old, having never watched it yourself to see if it was appropriate for a fucking kindergartner?! Worst. Parent. Ever. Good damn thing your kid never got to watch the movie. I mean, it’s a great movie, but not for a five year old!
You sat at your desk with nothing to do except watch the kids finish their tests. It was your own damn fault really–you were the one who chose to give them the test. You didn’t really know why, you hated grading tests. You sighed and looked to the computer, there was no use in trying to shop online, or play any sort of game, or watch any type of movie online, the school had blocked any websites that were fun.
You looked back at the class who all looked as dead as you felt. You’d just about given up when Bobby walked through the door and sat in the empty chair by your desk. “You look terrible.” He said making you roll your eyes. “You sure know how to treat a girl you know that?” You asked sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes and placed a bag in front of your desk. “You look hungry.” He said, you were about to rummage through the bag when you saw most of the kids were no longer looking at their test, instead they were looking between you and the Coach. “I believe most of you are in after school activities, and let me remind you no pass, no play.” You threatened, immediately they went back to their assignment and you smirked.
“You’re not really gonna fail my players, are you?” Finstock asked looking somewhat worried. “I don’t know, maybe.” You teased taking a coke from the bag. He’d gotten you gas station food but you didn’t mind, there wasn’t many other places to get a meal from during your lunch block, and you didn’t expect him to cook a five course meal for you.
“You wouldn’t.” He challenged. You saw several of the students eyeing the two of you between questions and rolled your eyes. Scott and Stiles had let it slip a while ago that most of the school wanted you and Finstock to get together, it was just funny that throughout everything that they saw they hadn’t figured out that the two of you were already together–honestly they were more invested in the relationship than you were.
“You wanna put money on that?” You asked raising an eyebrow. He stayed silent for a minute, thinking things through. “On second thought, I think I’ll just invest elsewhere.” He said making you roll your eyes.
The bell rang signaling dismissal and each of the kids walked up placing their papers neatly on your desk. Normally they would’ve just thrown them and ran out, but right now none of them wanted to risk angering the coach by disrespecting you.
The two of you had lunch there in your room and he decided to stay there through the next block because the lucky bastard didn’t have a class.
Another block was ending and quite a few students were finished with their tests. “Alright, I’ve gotta go.” Bobby got up and placed a quick kiss on your lips before leaving. Several cheers broke out among the students–a quick glare for you shut them up.
“You own me ten bucks.” You heard one of the students whisper. “Stilinski suicide runs during practice!” Bobby shouted at Stilinski before walking out. You heard Stiles groan and saw him slam his head on the desk.
Can I pretty please have style 5 as fathers, like their s/o watching them clean up the kid's messes or like playing with their kids (basically fluffy fluffiness)
thank you precious cinnamon roll for remembering that I love the guys as dads and asdfghkl I will pray to you every night, anon.
plus, how’d my post about the flustered boys get so many notes?? Like 130?? damn guys, i’m so flattered, but so shocked, I can’t even
sorry also for not posting great stuff lately, i’ve been under immense and stress and pressure and i don’t feel to great
time to re-binge watch Free! again - Admin Tito
Cries of anguish racked your brain as you moved to the middle with a groan and tried to nudge Haru to go soothe your daughter down. It was your turn to do the nightly task, but you were too tired, and it wasn’t as if Haru had a baby sucking at his nipples everyday. Expecting to find a limp body, your hand met the expanse of the empty bed that only lingered with heat. You sat up, in worry and curiosity, and tip toed downstairs to where the strangled cries seems to source from. Stumbling in the bright light, you found yourself in the kitchen, squinting at a half naked Haru cradling your daughter with a bottle in her mouth. Haru glanced at you and his eyes lit up at the source of his happiness and reminder of just how lucky he was. He didn’t see a new, inexperienced mother with a disheveled bed head, bags under her eyes and saggy clothes. He didn’t see any bad in her appearance itself; he saw all the natural beauty and wonderful after glow of the early morning hours that allowed him to know that you were real, and you were only for him.
“H-Haru, what are you-” You mumbled with a few quiet steps but Haru quickly put a finger to his lips before returning to the baby’s bottle. His slender figure probably shook with exhaustion and sleep deprivation, but he wasn’t about to let that interrupt something he never thought he’d be able to do. Admiring the fervent gaze he put on the baby and the gentle rocking of his body to soothe her, you stepped even closer, behind him, and wrapped your arms around his collarbone.
“Not cold?” You kiss his shoulder blade as you both gaze down to the beautiful baby girl. Her body was all covered in a white onesie, tiny fists curled under neath the fabric, and all wrapped securely in a light pink blanket you remembered Makoto gave during the baby shower.
“No” he whispered as he turned his head to peck you gently on the lips. In the 3’ o clock shadow of the moon and the low light of the kitchen, the three of you swayed slowly side to side.
“Look at her!” you squeal with a whisper as you poke your daughter’s supple cheek light enough so she wouldn’t feel it. You felt Haru’s deep chuckles reverberating from his chest to yours as you reached to stroke her jet black tresses back. “Can you believe we made her?”
Haru hummed in agreement and cheekily replied “The only reason she’s as beautiful as she is cause of her mommy”
“Shut up” You lightly slapped his back and rested your chin on his bare shoulder so you can get a perfect look at her eyelashes that fluttered closed.
Hugging him tighter, and whispering a small “I love you”, you also wondered how you had ever gotten so lucky.
After 2 hours of opening presents, retaking the same photo over and over again and trying to conserve as much wrapping as possible, you were spent. You never imagined that Christmas with two toddlers and one newborn baby would be so damn exhausting. It was endearing of course, watching your kids face light up with excitement and joy even though they had attempted to stay up all night to catch a sight of Santa. But as you sat on the floor against the foot of the couch, lightly patting the back of the baby that breathed softly on your shoulder, you felt your eye lids closing in on you.
“Look! Look!” Your little twins began showing off their toys from Santa in front of you, jumping over the mess of tissue and wrapping paper still around. You gave them a small smile and kissed their heads until they became immersed within their own presents. Closing your eyes again, you felt sleep wash all over you, until you heard Makoto come back into the living room and shuffle all the papers around.
“Makoto?” You whined half heartedly as you looked up into his tired jade orbs albeit sweet smile. He chuckled as he went around to pick up the mess around the living room, herding the complaining twins onto the couch. It made your heart swell with content and admiration as you watched him make his careful way to save you some sanity and energy.
Suddenly, you felt a heavy weight on your thighs, and looking down, you saw Makoto nuzzling his nose into your soft pajama pants.
“Hey, babe” Makoto gives you a teasing smile as he reaches up to poke the baby’s bottom. Laughing, you swat his hand away, but intertwined it with your free fingers.
“Pretty exhausting Christmas for three kids, huh?” You asked as he stares at the piece of jewelry on your ring finger. Kissing it, Makoto looked up at you with his large doe eyes and nodded.
“It was pretty fun though” He nudged his head towards the waddling twins, his olive brown hair spreading over the plaid. “Look how happy they are.”
“Right” A grin grew on your face as you spoke in a louder voice. “But maybe let’s just sell those two and keep the new one. For sanity’s sake.”
Immediately, you were bombarded by two small bodies, one wrapped around the arm, and the other holding onto your stretched out legs. Giggling and laughing, Makoto brought both kids to his chest and held them while still laying on your legs.
“No, Mommy, pleasedon’t sell us!” They whined in the middle of their screams and giggles as Makoto pretended to be asleep and kept them under the lock of his arms. Laughter and contentment reverberated through your chest, and tiny breaths of life blew on your collarbone as you looked at your wonderfully strange family.
A bright light hit your closed eyelids as you groaned and tried to pull the warm duvet over your head. Maybe it was your birthday, and maybe you shouldn’t wait until 11:00 AM to wake up again, but the bed was so comfortable. And you were so tired from a long week at work.
“Wake up, sleepy head” Nagisa’s supple lips tickled your earlobe as he pulled down one cover of the comforter to expose your upper half. Grunting in response, and still keeping your eyes closed, you pulled back on the covers and curled into a tighter cocoon.
“No” You mumbled “Just come. Sleep. Here. With me.”
“I would, but” you could practically hear the cheekiness spelled out on his grin “after what we did last night, I’m not sure you can handle it.”
“Nagisa!” Eliciting a sudden gasp, you threw off your comforter, the cool air of the bedroom hitting your exposed arms and shoulders. You rubbed your eyes and slipped on Nagisa’s tshirt and your pajama pants, but when ready to pounce on him, he was no where to be seen.
“Nagisa?” You called out towards the open bedroom door. Right when you did, you heard a tiny giggle erupt from under the bed, along with a not so inconspicuous “Shh!”
Rolling your eyes, you flipped off the cover to catch them both under the bed, but before you could even react, a pillow smacked in your face and you fell backwards into the mattress.
“Hey!” You shouted with a muffle as you grabbed the thrown the pillow case in defense. But immediately, another pillow bombarded you, and you felt it continuously smack you, albeit with not much strength, as another pinned you by your arms above your head.
“Happy Birthday!” Your toddler shrieked in joy as you managed to wrench yourself from Nagisa’s grasp and hit them both with your pillow. Feathers and laughter began to flow everywhere as you and your little boy teamed up against Nagisa, bombarding his blonde locks with a couple of throws. As much as he tried to grab you, and hold you under him, you used your son as a shield and a pillow as a sword. All went well until he grabbed the pillow, threw it out of your hand and grabbed you and your child into a strong hug. All three of you laid, in the messy pile of feathers, early morning sweat, and ruined pillows; exhausted, excited. Nagisa held you two in his arms, and breathed against your neck while you argued who was the real winner here.
“Happy Birthday, babe. I love you” He whispered as he kissed the side of your neck. You looked up at his magenta eyes that looked at you with fervent admiration and the messy bed head you desperately wanted to run your fingers through.
“Love you too” Your little boy and you chimed at the same time, causing another eruption of giggles.
“Hey, I’m home!” You called out as you opened the door into the house, only to be met with silence. Hearing a loud clatter and a shriek, you narrowed you eyes, and set down your bag and jacket to make your way to the kitchen. What you witnessed next was definitely not called for. Flour matted the entire granite countertop and the floor around it, ghosts of fingers and palms all over the cupboards and the walls. You shifted your eyes to the many, many bowls that towered over the sink, most of which oozed with most likely ruined batter.
“I can explain!” Rei jumped up from behind the counter, causing you to be be startled a bit. Raising your eyebrows, you put one hand on your hip and give him a stern look.
“Explain away” You began to stifle laughter as you saw the flour, batter and egg shells wove into his cobalt locks and all across the apron that read “Kiss the chef!” The only thing not covered in flour was the spot of where his glasses used to be, making the situation even funnier.
“I was trying to teach these two,” Two small heads popped up from behind the counter, both girls also caked in flour as they gave you toothy grins “how to make my healthy butterfly cookies!”
“Healthy?!” One of them scrunched their nose “You said they were suga-”
You glared at Rei even harder as he clamped his hand over your little girl’s mouth and gave you a nervous chuckle.
“That’s beside the point” He rubbed the back of his reddening neck. You could tell he was just trying to be the cool parent for once, instead of the one that always imposed certain rules and made sure they followed them. It was endearing, to be honest.
Rolling your eyes once again, you made you slow way to the three culprits, and dragged them with you to the bathrooms. You first made your way with Rei to the bathroom in your bedroom while leaving the twins to shed their clothes for their bath.
“Sorry” Rei glanced you sheepishly as he stripped off all his clothes except for his boxer briefs. Your breath slightly hitched as you fervently watched his delicate muscles move with every tenacious movement he made around the room. He must’ve noticed your stare, because he stopped shuffling for new clothes and gave you a cocky smirk.
“What? Enjoying the sight, are we?”
“It’s fine” You ignore his cheeky question and shake your head to get back into focus. “Just make sure when you’re trying to make something sugary, don’t give the girls complete control over it. They couldn’t know any better than you.”
“Of course” Rei nodded solemnly as he stepped into the bathroom door. Suddenly spinning on his heel, he grabbed you by your wrist and held you close. A darker look swirled through his eyes, but that didn’t distract you from the fact that it was the only part that looked darker from the rest of his face.
“But I think if we were to make something sugary, tonight” He continued as a blush crept up to his cheeks “I think I’m gonna need a little more sugar, if ya catch my drift.”
Smirking at him, you placed a palm on his chest, but instead pushed him back into the bathroom and closed the door with stifling laughter.
“You’re such a dork Rei”
“But I’m your dork” He quipped.
Trudging your feet along the pavement that led to your small but cosy house, you found yourself almost willing to collapse right then and there. Arguments, tensions and annoying bosses and coworkers filled your day with dread, not making the fact that you didn’t sleep at all any better. You were ready to cry, sleep, anything to get your mind off how much you felt like never going back to work again.
The house was dim with a light on only in the kitchen in the living room, which was strange because when you would leave Rin with your little daughter , they would usually be on the couch watching yet another useless cartoon show or just Rin in the kitchen cooking something up. Slightly annoyed, you drop your bag, jacket and shoes where ever, and make your way upstairs that led to the bedrooms. Another light peeked out of the kids room, and you reached hesitantly for the door knob.
Rin, with your daughter curled up to him one side, was sprawled against the edge of the bed, with a pink tiara on his head, purple boa around his neck and glittery bangles on his wrists, not much different than the latter. His maroon tresses hung over his sleeping face as you saw that an empty tea cup hung languidly from one of his fingers, where you then saw a full out tea party on the table with endless amounts of stuffed animals and tea items. Chuckling at the audacity of the situation, you tiptoed towards the two, and kneeled down so you could crawl next to them. Peering closer into his face, you thought you could see hints of messy lip gloss and eye shadow on his face, which almost caused you burst in an half “Aw” and an half eruption of laughter.
“Rin-chan?” You reached to poke him in the cheek, in which, startled, he stared at you through his alert carmine orbs. But he quickly relaxed again as he silently motioned for you to come under his arm as well, immediately drawing on the feelings of sleep and contentment you long missed as he squeezed you to his chest. As he kissed your forehead and lightly threaded his fingers through your hair, Rin could sense that you were stressed, full of anxiety and ready to cry; He didn’t need to ask you to make sure. After all these years, he’s learned to intuitively know when something was wrong after being Sousuke’s best friend for so long.
“Shit. ” He murmured quiet enough “ Tea party gone wild.”
You managed a chuckle but then drifted to sleep in his warm and safe embrace.
no, and thats whats so gross. either way, someone older than 25+ watching the kid grow and then develop feelings for them (romantically and/or sexually) is just REALLY weird. contributes to the whole pedophilia mindset. its like watching your kid cousin or sibling grow up and being like DAMN THEY BECAME REALLY HOT. just doesn’t sit right.
What the FUCK are your toddlers doing playing in the damn front yard without a goddamn adult?! These kool-aid stained thin lipped children are too close to the street and if I have to hit my brakes and put my pizza at risk….my reaction will not be nice. WATCH YOUR FUCKING KIDS.
So I’m a lifeguard and the amount of people that leave their small children (like 5 and under) in the beach areas (where the water starts from nothing then gets gradually deeper) of the pool unattended. And whenever I have to tell them that they need to be with their kids, they always ask stuff like “why? Isnt that why you’re here?” Like????? No bitch????? I’m here to watch everyone in this pool, not babysit your damn kids.
On a different occasion, this lady left her toddler (like a year and half old, could barely sit up by its self) and she walked away from her kid, sat down, and TOOK OUT A BOTTLE OF VODKA. The other guards saw it and our manager came out and told her that alcohol isn’t allowed inside the facility and that she needed to be with her child at all times. She became all angry and belligerent and then said that she was going to just leave and drive home. We didnt let her of course and had to call a cab once she calmed down but like??? What the fuck???? Does the safety and wellbeing of your child mean nothing to you???
Guys, just PSA, that post going around about pokemon go and being an adult and not being weird with children is by a pro life blog.
Not only that, she’s part of a group that has been trying to demonize plan parenthood and who is with a pregnancy plan center, who are know to trick women out of abortions, keep women in a hostage situation (like stealing pants and locking doors until you sign something that you won’t get an abortion) and other gross shit
Like, do you need to spread her post? Adults, don’t be creepy with kids! Realize they are minors and you’re an adult, don’t ask them to go outside alone!! Parents, watch your damn kids. Wow, done. Common sense people, can we stop giving the pro lifer attention?????????